"Be still!" Loki hissed through his own pain, driving the knife harder between Alex's ribs, aimed with precision to miss all major organs. He didn't want to kill the boy. He took his hand off of the boys ankle and moved down to grasp his other wrist holding the sword. He summoned fire to his palm to encourage Alex to drop said weapon. "You could have made this so much easier on yourself." He moves to straddle the fallen boy to stop him from squirming and pin him beneath his rather... heavy weight.